Zhang Hongyun shook her head, as if remembering that incident made her feel utterly embarrassed.
"I got it!"
Even though Fan Qing was mentally rejecting Zhang Hongyun's suggestion, she suddenly realized that she was finding it harder to maintain a friendship with Zhang Hongyun. There were things she didn't want to talk about with Zhang Hongyun anymore.
In the past, she always went along with Zhang Hongyun, but now and in the future, she wouldn't anymore, because she's tired. She wants to live a normal life, no longer being servile, no longer groveling at someone's feet because it doesn't benefit her at all, and would only strip her of her dignity.
"Hongyun, no matter what, I hope you have a good future!"
Fan Qing raised her wine glass and toasted with her.
Zhang Hongyun instinctively picked up her glass, thinking it was a simple blessing, and said happily, "Thank you!"
